Packing Up.
Here’s something I wrote in the summer of 2008, wrt the housemates I had been living with.
it's like 9pm here i took a three hour nap after getting home from work and now I'm up and I want to make dinner i've found this strategy along with leaving for work at 8am allows me to NEVER EVER see my room mates i can pretend I live alone! except for mysterious things that happen in my apartment who put the dishes in the sink? Ghosts who does all that food in the fridge belong to? Ghosts
I’ve been living alone since the Fall of 08, and it’s been a pretty fruitful experience. I didn’t lose my mind, I didn’t become a complete hermit. I didn’t keep as tidy as I would like people to think.
On Tuesday I’ll start moving out of my studio and into a house where friends Mica and Trenton live. The two of them are going to be off traveling until the 20th of January or so, giving me time to settle in on my own. Then it’s back to living with the dead.